Poor Wayfaring Stranger - Joan Baez

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Wandering through this world of woe

And there’s no sickness, no toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I’m going there to meet my mother

She said she’d meet me when I come

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I’ll soon be free from every trial

My body asleep in the old graveyard

I’ll drop the cross of self denial

And enter on my great reward

I’m going there to meet my father

I’m going there no more to roam

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

Wandering through this world of woe

And there’s no sickness, no toil or danger

In that bright land to which I go

I’m going there to see my sister

She said she’d meet me when I come

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home